Divergent Skill — Nova's End
"Ah new skill, are you serious?" Hassan peeked through his hands. He still did not dare look the Inciter in the eye, but the news was too incredible to show no reaction. "That's nuts," he muttered. Though he was unsure of its worth, he had tried innumerable means—short of murder—to try gain even more skills. He could not prove it, but he was sure his brother had done many unspeakable acts just to gain even one more ability. Still, nothing they tried worked.
Everyone understood the importance of a skill. In fact, one had to be an idiot to pass off such an opportunity. That, Hassan, was sure of. Yet, for the life of him, he could not find any way of gaining new abilities. A skill was scarcer than finding a precut diamond in the desert.
Hearing this news, Hassan's blood boiled, and momentarily, he forgot about the pain.